Abundance (Poetry, Tanka, Gaia, Permaculture)
Allergy Angst at Parties and Gatherings (Allergies, Anaphylaxis, Anxiety)
Amy Marley (Poetry)
Annunziata Maria (Poetry, Memoir, Family)
An Appeal to Join Some Dots about Allergies (Allergies, Anaphylaxis, Research)
Art Plants Seeds of Change (Poetry, Travel, Art)
Authentically Amy-ish (Poetry, Self-Awareness)
Baked Goods (Poetry, Tanka, Anaphylaxis, Allergies)
Balance (Poetry, Duality, Senryu)
BB & Tills (Poetry, Family, Gratitude)
Bees (Poetry, Nature, Anaphylaxis, Art)
Biggest Teachers in the Smallest Packages (Poetry, Children, Parenting)
Book I Can’t Forget (Poetry, Senryu, Books)
Buddha or Badass* (Ego, Spiritual Growth)
Build or Expand (Poetry, Energy, Spirituality)
A single sheet of paper
250 words gifted from a creator
Sparkled with magic by an illustrator
Stories shared from across the Earth
Seeds of knowledge and insights birth
Shining a light on every child’s worth
All deserve a chance to learn and read
More than a want, it’s a basic need
Limitless potential to be freed
When world wisdom is spoken
Imagination past survival awoken
Generational cycles broken
Walls that words can break
A single sheet of paper is all it takes
A better world is what it creates
About a year ago, Sanjukt Saha reached out to me…
Australia had allergies and anaphylaxis in the spotlight this week.
But why is death the imminent impetus for change?
Not just talking allergies here.
What has become of my beloved tequila?
That suddenly tastes like a wet blue heeler
With soggy socks
After my body detox
Red red wine
You once tasted oh so divine
Fragrances of decomposing fruit
Hints of muddy boot —
My brain can no longer compute
Beer. My reliable draft beer
I actually shed a tear
Gone are the days
of your amber gaze
A single fin or two
Now the most I can do
Even the gin has gone in the bin
Don’t get me started on whiskey
Scents of ashtray
Who is holding the torch?
Uncle spinning tyres in his Porsche
Darling poster wife
Twisting an unexpected knife
Lives to rearrange
Which way will he choose to go?
Oh, how we would love to know!
Ultimately, his choice to make
Affecting multiple lines of fate
Perhaps with some wise advice
Bad guys can turn nice-r
Interested in more?
Source the original hints of the scent at From Lemon — Please note: This…
Gifted by kin
Darkest with sun
And summer fun
With winter’s day
Where do I belong?
Whose to say
With no labels at play
Ifs and shoulds
Wills and won't
Dos and don’ts
Twists and turns
Balance the cost
Mindset the farmer
Positive a charmer
Or fake harmer
Shadow led hocus-pocus
Wither to blue
When not seen as true
Fear of rejection running the show
Power plummets to a survival low
Anger to action
Sparks ego’s reaction…
The word angst really doesn’t lend itself to feeling empowered.
It detracts from it.
Since I wrote this, I got distracted by my eldest, Billie, reacting to a trace of egg left in a cast iron pan.
Mis-communication and assumptions at play.
I had thought since cast iron is porous there was no way my partner would ever cook eggs in it. Well — that led to making an ass-out-of-u-and-me.
She didn’t even ingest the sweet potato I cooked in the pan, it was on her plate touching the food she did eat. …
Each and every day
The bits and pieces you say
Even how you play
Teach this Mum insights of gold
Lessons my heart tightly holds
So very grateful
Presence divinely fateful
A gift to cherish
My love never to perish
I thank you for being you
This piece prompted by her first prompt — A Thank You Note to a Teacher
I couldn’t go past my two biggest teachers after life itself — my daughters, Billie and Matilda.
Their presence has been completely and utterly life-changing — the…
Been a while since I felt the pull to create
With pencil, pen, words or even paint
A lump of wood
Moments to play
Art with something to say
To me, and maybe you
Hands with something to do
Left the mind behind
A moment of inspired time
Captured in a simple rhyme
A weekend with an unexpected lockdown.
Ample time to be. Sketching while the girls painted, my eyes spied my old wood-burning tool mixed in with a box of paints.
Hadn’t used it for almost 20 years….
Found a piece of scrap wood —…
This is the face
Of what so-called food can do
A mild reaction
Breath still in action
Allergens the trigger
No warning, no sticker
Producers fucking with food
Untold processes skewed
Numbers with no names
What is our food eating?
Feed grown in soils or sands
Laced with chemical strands
Grass or glyphosate
Is it too late?
Rage rises in me
Driving me to ask more
Who is this food safe for?
Resistance still there
Do I run and hide
Or chase the rollercoaster ride
Grow our own
Together or alone
What will become
For the food in our…